LAYLA'S POV
The blinds in Thea's clinic are drawn again, and the image of Eli's shaking hands and the heat of his body against mine is still burning through me when I sit down and see her face.
She's sitting. Thea doesn't sit.
"Close the door."
I close it. She slides the folder toward me and opens it, and the way her hands move makes my chest tighten before she speaks.
"The compound I flagged in your first panel. I identified it." She pauses. "It's wolfsbane."
"That's not possible. I've never been exposed to wolfsbane."
"The levels in your blood say otherwise. They're not residual traces from a single exposure – they're chronic. Sustained over months." She taps the page. "This is consistent with regular ingestion. Small doses, repeated over a long period of time."
"I would have not
